"I'd like to, too," Damon said dryly. "And maybe so." But he'd kissed him not just like he knew him, but like he knew him--knew just how he kissed and liked to be kissed. He wasn't mentioning that part, though. "I mean...comfortable or not, I like to think I have a really good memory." But now he was thinking hard about New Orleans, noting how certain things...blurred.